Showing posts with label Costumes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Costumes. Show all posts

Flight

Posted by jdg | 11:15 AM |


My kids are going to be so pissed at me someday when they understand what photoshop is.

But for now, somebody thinks he can fly.

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Star Wars Day at the Ballpark

Posted by jdg | 7:18 AM |


Last weekend my son and I went to the ballpark. I was eager to see the surging Tigers in the middle of their 12-game winning streak, and he was extremely excited to see the generous members of the Great Lakes Garrison of the 501st Legion and the Great Lakes Base Rebel Legion scattered around the stadium in full costume. Those costumes are serious and clearly represent a significant investment of time and money. Seeing a bunch of adults dressed up like their childhood heroes is a lot less strange at the ballpark, where you can see also hundreds (thousands?) of lumpy middle-aged men dressed up like Justin Verlander.


He thinks those guys are called "Snowtroopers," and this was the "nice snowtrooper."



We did some minor improvements on my son's Luke Skywalker outfit, wrapping his legs in canvas and adding some leather Yugoslavian 7.62 cartridge pouches, that, in our case, were used for smuggling in juice boxes.


While walking home from the ballpark (one of the best parts of living where we do is being able to walk to the ballpark), we fought off some enemies near the steam grates.

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Visit the Degobah System

Posted by jdg | 7:37 AM |


We seriously need an intervention with all the Star Wars stuff around here. For weeks my son has been demanding a "Luke costume." Finally I relented, tucking his pants into his boots and wrapping a dinghy old t-shirt around him, using a toy tool belt to hang his light saber. We didn't have to do anything with his hair. I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before he joins one of those troupes of husky snowtroopers that visit sick kids in the hospital or whatever.



"There are two Banthas down there but I don't see any... wait a second, they're Sand People all right. I can see one of them now."



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At some point I asked him where he was going, and I swear to God he said, "Oh, just the Degobah System."

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Munchkinland Outfitters

Posted by jdg | 6:57 AM |


The kids were invited to a Wizard of Oz themed birthday party, and the invitation said "come dressed as munchkins." The host went out of her way to inform my wife that this did not mean she should sew up costumes just for the occasion, so we raided our piles of old clothes for anything that looked munchkin-like. My son saw the funnel-hat and decided he wanted to be the tin man, so we turned him into the spawn of an unholy union between the tin woodsman and one of the more adventurous members of the lullaby league. For the girl, a costume cobbled together from her tulip time outfits worked out quite well.


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The kids are now really in a cowboy/horses phase, so we finally dug out the Halloween costume box and found the Pegasus head. She wanted to be a palomino so she pulled out a weird orange velvet dress I found at the thrift store years ago.



The boy seems really content to watch her run while snacking in his pink cowboy hat and leather chaps. Think what you will, but it takes one tough hombre to pull off a pink cowboy hat. 



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Beware the fearsome purple ninja. SHe may be lurking in the shadows.

Beware the fearsome purple ninja. She may be lurking in the shadows.













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Shiver Me Timbers

Posted by jdg | 7:23 AM | , , ,




We spent part of the morning making our own pirate flags. She wanted hers to be "kind of like a dog pirate." No complaints here. We set shore on the sandy beach where old Brass Knuckles McCabe had buried his chest of doubloons.




"Arrrrr, so this is where the treasure be!"



$1.27 in buried coin, three pretty rocks, a perfectly good pencil. A good haul, mateys.



Someone got marooned for a little while.



She declared herself to be Captain Maxine the Salty Dog.




He was given the name "Captain Opty Ba-cake" by Captain Maxine herself.



I was told to swab the decks while they climbed to the crow's nest.



Later the First Mate gave me the Black Spot.

p.s. can you tell we're excited for Kate Inglis's book



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